Beverley kept taunting Morant, and Morant was young and hot-blooded. How could he put up with that?
The coach had told him it would be best not to go one-on-one, but faced with Beverley's taunts, he resolutely decided to take him on.
Even when Adams came over to set a pick for him, he waved Adams away.
Then, facing Beverley, he crossed the ball behind his back twice, changing direction before suddenly accelerating.
Then he pulled back, seeming ready to shoot a three.
With one more step, he easily blew past Beverley.
The next moment, he charged straight toward the basket.
As far as he could see, there was no one with overwhelming height under the opposing basket—just James.
His eyes lit up with excitement.
He had always loved posterizing opponents, but if you asked who he most wanted to posterize, there were two names: Wang Yi and James.
But posterizing Wang Yi would clearly be difficult, so today he would settle for the great feat of posterizing James.
So, facing James, he drove and suddenly leaped, soaring through the air.
But James was still a force to be reckoned with.
He knew the kid wanted to posterize him, but the dignity of the King could not be challenged.
Unless the one challenging him was Wang Yi.
Other than Wang Yi, no son of a bitch was going to posterize him.
So he leaped high, putting nearly every ounce of strength he had into it.
Morant's peak height in the air was greater than James's, but in the end, he still had to slam the ball through the hoop.
James was in excellent defensive position. He hadn't stepped forward to defend; instead, he'd jumped with his back almost against the basket, then raised both hands directly above the rim. That